In the second grade, I wrote an award-winning story entitled “The search for the sky’s end.” It began, of course, with a princess sitting on her balcony. Some birds flew by and, of all things, she began to wonder where the sky ended. She called her guards who set out...
The community had watched a small African-American woman push shopping carts between three different corners of the Massaponax corridor for nearly a year. Passersby had showered her with so many sundry items that her load had grown from a single half shuttle to a...
A young man showed up at Micah shortly after his mom passed away. As a senior in high school, he had been her primary caregiver, but when she died he was left without a place to live and no other support system. On the street, he quickly picked up life skills from...
Last summer, I came across a man who had curled up on a bed of mulch in one of the church parking lots because he couldn’t move very well from place to place between the cold weather shelter drop off and pick up each day. As I would later learn, the man’s life had...
It was one of the coldest days in close to a decade. The temperature at mid afternoon had hardly crested the teens. Worse yet, just about every public location in town was closed for the New Year’s holiday—a miserable set of circumstances for people who have no home....
